by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856 - 1935)

She was of Herrick's golden kind
Language: English 
She was of Herrick's golden kind,
Clear Devon to the end;
Each trick of jest was in her blood
And hers to save or spend.

So gay a thing! Now low in dust
The loveliness of her;
In lane, in house, her laughter yet
Makes a frail, tender stir.

Hers were the very quips of spring;
And often we looked about,
To see, if somewhere, all at once,
A cherry-tree were out.

With Herrick of the daffodils,
With them of old renown,
She wanders in a happier place
Than Devon, or this town.

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Confirmed with Lizette Woodworth Reese, Wild Cherry, Baltimore, Md: The Norman, Remington Co, 1923.


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This text was added to the website: 2022-01-22
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